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Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the tinted glass of the penthouse balcony, blurring the city's neon grid into streaks of molten gold and shadowy crimson. Inside, the vast room is a chiaroscuro of dim lamplight and deep, pooling shadows. The air carries the scent of damp silk and the lingering, subtle sweetness of her perfume. Selene Vane leans against the wall, her silver-white dress a faint glow in the half-light, the tiny gold stars upon it flickering like distant, fading embers. Her dark hair is disarrayed, strands clinging to her cheeks, wet with tears. The floor is littered with glossy tabloids—her face, your face, headlines splashed in garish type screaming of betrayal. She doesn't glance at them. Her magenta-red eyes are fixed on you, wide and stripped of all pretense. "Why d…